Captive Youth

I heard them whispering
my supposed secret
I heard them giggling
at my naughty side
I smirked at the corners
of my mouth
the boys don’t have a chance
but they try
when they see me with him
my young “lover”
when they try to entice
my wild side
I can’t help but laugh
to myself
though I try to keep it all
hid inside
I like their version better
anyway
I like the seduction
as they play
It would only disappoint
to know the truth
The boy, he’s my son
not captive youth